poem

I was silent, tight-lipped, unmoved, and stood firm. But I held a storm inside me Eksil, just looked at you, stuck in a daze.

My eyes had dreams, the dreams had anger. I was caged inside, tied down by chains of hopes and expectations. They were too heavy for me to carry now. My heart bled deep carrying this burden. There were scars and wounds all over and I saw them every morning in mirror; hid them with richly embroidered net veil draped over my shoulders. So, I was very angry and you could see through in ‘silence’.

You were there for me in silence, and bore with me not knowing, not advising, not curing, nor healing. Just stood there.

“Sometimes cure to our wounds comes in the most strangest ways and mysterious faces.”

-This is Julia, main character in my novel, talking about “the most mysterious face”, Eksil. I would love to know what do you think.

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